Chapter 421

Chapter 421.

Bam!

The cool sound of Raon’s fist piercing Muston’s face shook the snowfield.

“Aren’t you supposed to be drying this?”

Buren swallowed dryly as he watched Muston curl up like a doll with a broken leg.

“He’s going to die like that.”

Compared to Raon, who was still at full strength, Muston couldn’t even raise a fist.

His eyes were slack as rotten fish, and he seemed to have lost the strength and will to fight back.

“Let him go. He’ll take care of himself.”

Marta snorted at Raon.

“But he’s a disciple of the Sword Demon….”

“Damn, he’s so small. He’s not that dead.”

“He’s hitting over sixty right now, of course I’m worried, he’s going to cause a scene if he dies!”

“There’s no way that weasel can lose his cool. He may look angry, but he’s got a plan.”

She murmured, as if trusting Raon, that nothing bad would happen.

“I don’t think so.”

Lunan shook his head, puffing out his cheeks like a frog.

“No, it’s not!”

“I’m angry.”

“What?”

“Raon. I’m really angry.”

She lifted a finger and pointed to Raon’s eyes.

“Well…”

Buren and Marta followed Lunan’s finger to Raon’s eyes.

“Uh…?”

“Gee, it’s real. His eyes rolled back a little bit….”

Both men shuddered at the sight of Raon’s eyes, tinged with the same madness as when he was running a rabid dog pack.

“Uh, that’s his eyes when he’s doing his concentration training….”

“Hmph, the trauma is….”

“Why is the Buddhist master so angry?”

“I mean, why are we suddenly having this confrontation?”

Guangfeng looked around, wondering why this confrontation had started.

“I didn’t hear it either.”

Dorian shook his head, saying he didn’t know why they were fighting either.

“I know.”

Radin, the third scout leader of Habun Castle, raised his hand.

“Earlier, the Sword Demon’s disciple told Raon that your master is an idiot.”

At those words, the entire Crazy Wind Corps clenched their jaws. They stared at Muston with eyes as mad as Raon’s.

“Danzhu is an idiot?”

“That bastard insulted our master?”

“That cheap bastard….”

“Shall we go down and beat him up too?”

The Crazy Wind Sect’s swordsmen paced ferociously, as if they were about to engage in a duel, then stopped.

“But….”

“Isn’t that true?”

“Yes. It’s true that Master Dan is a bit of an asshole….”

“Not a little, but a lot.”

“Then it’s not a big deal.”

“Come to think of it, you’re right.”

They all agreed that it wasn’t a bad point.

“Right, right, right!”

Marta bared her teeth, glaring at the group.

“Everyone here knows he’s an asshole, but we’re the only ones who can say it!”

She balled her fists, saying she should have punched Muston.

“Yeah. I can see why Raon is so angry.”

Beren looked at Raon and nodded.

“He can cuss, but we’ll do it, because it makes me sick to my stomach when he does, but….”

He groaned and bit his nails.

“He’s going to kill me, do I have to stop him now?”

“Leave him alone! He deserves to die! I’d punch him in the throat the first time.”

Marta gritted her teeth, disappointed that she couldn’t fight back.

“It’s okay.”

Lunan looked down at the castle and shook his head.

“Raon. You’re free.”

She narrowed her eyes at Raon, who kicked Muston in the back.

“I… are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah. I’ll do it in moderation now.”

Raon smirked at the sound of Lunan’s voice.

“How did that blind bastard know?

Lunan was right. He struck Muston in a fit of madness, but his anger subsided when he saw the Berserkers on the ramparts.

-What a rag.

Rath looked at Muston’s limp form and shook his head.

“Are those feelings of jealousy you spoke of earlier gone?

-Aye, he’s out of his mind, what can I know!

He’s made me look worse than dead, and I can’t see anything but pain,” he grimaced.

-You are too much of a talent for this world.

Rath gripped her shoulders, his eyes serious.

-You must accompany the Bone King to the Demon Realm. You will sit at the right hand of a new Demon King, a Lord of Mischief and Violence….

-Merchant emissary.

Raon pushed Rath aside and looked down at Muston.

‘I guess that settles it.

So much for the hawk having no business.

He lifted Muston’s head and locked eyes with him.

“Did you count how many hits you got?”

“…Two, seventy-eight.”

“And you only counted to seven?”

“That’s because my mouth didn’t open properly….”

“That’s your business, you still have ninety-three generations left, right?”

He smiled wryly and balled his fists.

“I’m pretty sure I counted, counted, counted….”

“If I didn’t hear you, you didn’t count.”

I slammed my curled fist into Muston’s side.

POOF!

There was a loud crack like a ball popping, and Muston arched his back like a shrimp and let out a stifled scream.

He couldn’t breathe properly, and his pained expression showed.

-‘You mad dog, you’re the only one who can create new waves in the Demon Realm!

“Be quiet.

Ignoring Rath’s words, he stomped on Muston’s head.

“If you value your master, you value everyone else’s master, even if that master is a gambling madman, a slacker, a money-grubber, and an idiot with a protagonist’s disease.”

“You, you’re the one who’s cursing out loud right now….”

“That means my teacher is only going to curse at me.”

Raon slammed his heel down on Muston’s temple.

“Shut up….”

Muston shook his head, his eyes rolling back in his head in agony.

“Ooohhhhh!”

“Well done, we’re the only ones who can curse, you damned gambler!”

“A slimy elf who will survive anywhere!”

“The only one who can humiliate an elf and Siegfried at the same time!”

Berserker waved his hand wildly as he cursed Limmer.

“Well, it’s kind of cool, but….”

Raon scratched his cheek, watching Muston sob like a broken toy.

“What do we do now?”

*** translated by https://pindangscans.com

Miland set down his glass and looked out the window.

“By the way it’s quieted down, I’m guessing you’re done.”

“Yes. It took longer than I thought it would, but I think I’ve made up my mind.”

The swordsman nodded and poured a drink into Miland’s glass.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go out? From what you’ve said, the kid would have lost….”

“He should be coming this way, we can wait for him.”

He smiled faintly, as if he sensed Raon coming this way.

“Hmmm….”

Limer chewed on a chopped pineapple and narrowed his eyes.

“Your apprentice. You look like you’ve been hurt pretty badly.”

“I’m fine. To be honest, I was just hoping that Muston would break properly.”

The swordsman stroked his beard, his eyes calm.

“My apprentice has been spoiled from a young age, and now that he’s been broken twice by a Raon younger than he is, maybe he’ll come to his senses.”

“What if he gets broken a lot?”

“I told you earlier, I want him to be broken properly.”

“No, not that, but what if he gets hit hard enough to break his body….”

There was a knock at the door just as Limer was about to say what he was worried about.

“It’s Raon. May I come in?”

“Come in.”

Miland put down the appetizer he was about to eat and opened his mouth.

A crack.

The old door opened with a low squeal, and Raon, carrying a stunned Muston, stepped inside.

“I got into a small altercation with Swordsman Muston, and we ended up in a duel, and I got a little overzealous with my hands, and he passed out, I apologize.”

Raon glanced at Muston on his back and lowered his head.

“That’s okay.”

The swordguy smiled faintly and shook his head.

“Children grow up fighting. Never mind.”

“Well, I was hit and knocked out….”

“Did they cut off your limbs?”

“No, not really.”

“Then it doesn’t matter. He’s a tough kid, mentally and physically, so he’d better be beaten when he gets beaten.”

“Did you hit him a little hard, though, and….”

“It doesn’t matter, and I’m glad you put up a good fight.”

He sipped his whiskey leisurely, as if he really didn’t mind.

“I’ll take care of Muston, and you should get back. You still have a lot of work to do.”

“…I see.”

“Oh, wait.”

As Raon was about to set Muston down with a shaky look on his face, the swordguy held up a hand.

“May I ask why you quarreled?”

“He insulted my master.”

“Me? He insulted me?”

Limer pointed a finger at him, his eyes narrowing.

“What did he say?”

“He called me an idiot.”

“Hah….”

Swordguy sighed deeply and stood up.

“I’m sorry. I misled my apprentice.”

He immediately bowed to Limerick.

“You idiot….”

Remer frowned and set down the bowl of roasted duck.

“That I’m an asshole is… well, it’s not exactly an inaccurate statement, is it? I admire you for figuring that out right away.”

He began to eat the roast duck nonchalantly, not realizing that Muston’s glare was no joke.

“Danju….”

Raon looked at Remer with an expression that could have been described as pathetic.

“Hmph, that doesn’t make me feel any better, I’m so sorry.”

The swordsman apologized politely, his expression stony at Limer’s joke.

“And Raon. You should’ve beaten the crap out of him.”

“Well, I beat him up a lot….”

“Not just knocked him out, you should have crushed his snout so he never talks like that again.”

“I did crush it….”

“When he wakes up, I’ll make sure he doesn’t run his mouth again. Trust me.”

He waved his hand as if to say goodbye.

“Understood.”

Raon set Muston down, bowed to the three of them, and left the room.

“Whoa….”

Swordguy sighed and walked over to Muston.

“You pathetic bastard. You’re lucky…huh?”

He looked at Muston, sprawled like a wakame on a rock by the sea, and his mouth dropped open.

“A little too much. No, too much.

As expected, his apprentice was as broken as an abandoned house that had been abandoned for over a decade.

From head to toe, except for the limbs. Not a single part was intact.

“Was it even possible to make someone like this?

If I killed it, I killed it, and I was amazed that I could beat a human so well.

I told Raon to hit him harder, but any more blows here would have crippled him, or killed him.

“Heh….”

“I told you.”

Remer sighed heavily as the swordsman looked away.

“Raon is such a rabid dog.”

He’ll fan his master if he turns around!

* * *

Raon left the lord’s mansion and headed for the Frosty Branch. The tavern was noisy inside, as the Crazies had arrived first after their tour of Dalian.

“I’ve missed this flavor. The stew and set meals are the best here.”

Dorian gulped as he tasted the meat stew the boss had made.

“This is really good.”

“I can see why you bragged about it.”

“It’s not just the pizza, all the food is delicious.”

“Now I understand why toddlers are such good cooks.”

The clique laughed happily as they savored the various dishes on the table.

-What are you doing!

Rath pointed at the table with his tongue hanging out like a puppy.

-You better sit down and eat, you know how much King Bone loves the food here!

He tapped him on the shoulder, asking why he was holding onto his poop when the table was already set.

‘I didn’t come here to eat, did I?

-I said, “Eat it! Eat your ass off! You’re skinny and need to fatten up!

‘I’m not skinny, you’re fat.’

As he said this, he patted Rath’s plump belly.

“Huh? You’re here?”

As I was stretching Ras’s belly like cheese, a toddler walked out of the kitchen.

With a bandana tied around his forehead and his bobbed hair, he reminded me of the first time I saw him.

“A benefactor!”

The store manager jumped at the sound of the toddler’s voice. He dusted off his flour-covered hands and bowed.

“If you’ve come, please sit down. I’ve got the pineapple pizza and pineapple cookies you loved when you were here!”

He told her that he had taken both foods to the next level and asked her to wait a moment before heading back into the kitchen.

“Grandpa said he made a new recipe for pineapple pizza and pineapple cookies for Master Laon.”

“Pineapple pizza and pineapple cookies….”

“You know you like those.”

She smiled, as if toddlers were the only special treat.

“I’ll be right out, just sit down and wait.”

She gestured to the seat next to Dorian, who was eagerly sipping his stew.

“Pineapple pizza, do you eat that?”

Marta frowned, chewing on her meaty pizza.

“I’ve known her since she ate mint chocolate. She has terrible taste.”

“Pineapple on pizza and apples dipped in peanut butter.”

Buren shook his head and scoffed.

“Tasteless.”

Lunan pouted, the only one to take his side.

“Oh, how I love mint chocolate.”

The retort, of course, was about mint chocolate, not pineapple pizza.

“Haa….”

Raon sighed, looking at the cotton candy floating next to him.

“You’re going to get me labeled a glutton.

-That is a strange tongue of theirs! Pineapple pizza is the best of all pizzas!

“It’s good, but I just like cheese pizza better.

-But don’t you think apples would go well with the peanut butter that your eyes were talking about a moment ago?

‘Hang in there….’

The thought of eating another one at this point made me realize that there is no limit to this cotton candy.

-Anyway, sit down! Thou shalt not disregard the sincerity of the pineapple girl and the store manager!

Rath patted his back with a circular hand as if he’d gotten it right.

“Ehhh….”

Raon sighed and sat down at the table.

He hadn’t waited long before the toddler came out with a large pizza.

“Eat it, it’s grandpa’s own creation, it’s delicious!”

My mouth watered at the sight of the steaming pizza. There were more toppings than before, and it looked delicious just by looking at it.

-Fast, fast, fast! Put it in your mouth! Come on!

Saliva was pouring out of Rath’s mouth like a dam with the gates open.

Raon shook his head and held up a slice of pizza. The cheese stretched like a rubber band as he popped it into his mouth.

The combination of grilled and sweetened pineapple, salty pork and beef, and savory shrimp seemed to fill his mouth with delight with every bite.

-Yum!

Ras let out a cool moan and slammed his fist on the table.

-The combination of so many toppings and grilled pineapple is to die for!

He panted, as if he would have died if it weren’t for this.

“I still can’t describe the flavor.

The pineapple pizza tasted nothing like it had before, but Rath’s descriptions of the flavor were woefully inadequate.

“Dorian.”

Raon swallowed the last of the pizza slice in his hand and called out to Dorian, who was eating dessert next to him.

“Do you happen to have any pillows and blankets?”

“Of course I have.”

“Not just any old ones, top of the line.”

“From crappy yawners to the finest. I’ve got them all. They’re essentials.”

Dorian laughed, saying they even had mattresses. I don’t know what’s not a necessity.

“Then give me one of the finest. Minus my gold.”

Raon pulled out a subspace pouch and held it out to Dorian.

“I can give it to you, but why do you suddenly need bedding, Lord Budan, you sleep just fine on the ground.”

“It’s not for me.”

Raon glanced at the distant, shapeless summit of Mount Sturin.

“A gift for a sleeper.”

Now that it was time to visit Sloth for advice, he needed a gift for him.

“Huh?”

Lunan’s head snapped up from his pineapple cookie.

“Me?”

No, not you….

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